Thanks for the read, Marcus - and for commenting here. I need to do more with this site ... which seems to have been partially abandoned by its creator. Too much FB and FN, I guess. I'll try to do better.

about me

Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.